My Bank Is Connected to Another World

Time is hurried, soon, it came to New Year's Eve.

Early in the morning.

Crackling, the sound of firecrackers.

The ground was soon covered with red makeup, and everyone sat chatting in the compound.

Foreign country.

It is also a Chinese community, with a sense of cordiality, and the relationship between each other is much closer than that of the neighbors in the country.

therefore.

Each family directly set up a large number of tables in the yard, and each family took out food and shared.

In the crowd.

Shu Fu quietly enjoyed this celebration. During the Spring Festival in his previous life, Cheng Shengjun usually took him to his house for the New Year's Eve dinner, which has been like this every year for the next 20 years.

evening.

The popular show begins.

---Spring Festival Gala.

Here is the same as Beijing, the time zone is Dongba District, you can watch live broadcast.

For the Chinese, the Spring Festival Gala is still a very attractive show.

Laughter, joy and happiness.

but.

As he watched, Shu Fu's face changed slightly, then he couldn't help but smile, and continued to appreciate.

Not to mention, Liu Qian's magic is really a ‘long-distance’ show.

. . .

the other side.

Mingshan City.

Shu Fu's house.

A sneaky figure waited on the wall for a while. After confirming that no one had seen it, he jumped down and saw it during the day. There was a haystack below.

"Crack!"

"what!"

With a scream, very miserable, realizing something, he immediately covered his mouth.

Bow your head.

Take a flashlight.

Suddenly angry.

What a big...mouse trap.

hateful.

What did Shu Fu do with the rat trap in the pyre? It's still such a big one, the jagged part, has punctured his ankle and bleeds, and the pain makes him tearful.

Being a thief is really risky!

call!

Squat down.

It took a lot of effort to break apart, limp, and walk out of the haystack.

"hiss!"

"pain!"

"Before the money was stolen, I was injured first. Tonight, I must gain something, or I'm sorry for this foot."

"..."

Mumbling, approaching the door.

For common locks, immediately take out the tools and unlock them.

Click!

A smile appeared on the man's face and it was done.

Slowly opened the door.

"what!"

In the scene before him, he almost frightened him to pee. At the door, he saw a disheveled ‘blood face’ looking at him, screaming involuntarily.

Sit on the ground.

Suddenly, there was an inexplicable gust of wind, and the face approached.

"Happy New Year!" came a cold voice, as if from hell.

In an instant, the thief's eyes widened and his face was full of horror.

"There is X."

The thief yelled and rushed directly to the door. It opened without a lock, and ran out, using the fastest speed in his life, not daring to stay for a moment.

If you walk too much at night, you will eventually meet X.

The ancients do not deceive me!

run!

Never look back.

. . .

Sulawesi.

Suddenly.

Shu Fu smiled. He was so courageous. It was just a mask. It was just a high degree of imitation. It was a good thing for the New Year. He had to go to his house and steal something.

If it left any psychological shadow, no wonder he.

Useless powerful traps are already very conscientious.

After the person ran away, the gate and the inner door were slowly closed. It was not Shu Fu who did it. There was something called a spring.

Take back your mind and continue to enjoy the show.

"The second decade of the new century is about to embark on a journey, with a ten-year ambition and a ten-year challenge. The sons and daughters of the Chinese nation will surely realize a well-off society in an all-round way..."

"..."

"ten."

"Nine."

"..."

Countdown to the New Year, return to zero.

The new year, the first day of the new year, is here.

In just a few minutes, the blessing messages came one after another.

then.

Shu Fu had no choice but to reply one by one, whether it was a group or not, at least they did, and they didn't respond. It was obviously impolite, and some even directly chatted with him.

Worked for half an hour before it was over.

. . .

In the early morning, all sleepy, went back to the room.

Turn off the lights.

I went to the laboratory of a giant in the United States to do an order, and came to France---Zhu Xianming's home.

Just after dark, a big table was made.

"sit."

"Yes!"

With permission, Zhu Xianming sat down and chatted with Shu Fu.

Although there is a contract.

In addition to loyalty, there should be a lot of emotions.

Therefore, anyway, when I am free, I can see Zhu Xianming alone, so I will have another Chinese New Year dinner.

Anyway, I'm not afraid to support it.

While eating.

Zhu Xianming reported something.

"The electronics factory in Yangcheng is almost complete and can catch up with mobile phone production."

"..."

"The mould factory in Rongcheng has completed its supporting transformation and will be ready for trial production when the equipment arrives next month."

"..."

"The investment in the lithium battery factory is under negotiation."

"..."

In the past few months, Zhu Xianming has not only been idle all day, but also adjusted his corporate layout to adapt to Shu Fu's future development plan, making great moves.

More than a dozen companies, large and small, have been added.

Mainly in China.

certainly.

There are also in Europe and America, such as mobile phone companies. If you let your family fight Apple, it would be a bit of a fight alone.

Simply create a few more opponents.

last month.

Two technology companies were established in France and the United States.

Dry.

It is integration and innovation.

---We don't produce any hardware by ourselves, and rely solely on external supply.

In short.

Create more rivals for Apple.

Thus.

Those good models in my own hands will not be left at home. After all, my own company, based on the principle of excellence, makes one model per year.

In this way, the excellent design on hand can't be used up at all.

In the electronics industry, three markets, high, middle and low, through different companies, Shu Fu wanted to take it all.

Low-end, do not make money, grab market share, and accumulate users.

Mid-range, low profit.

High-end, high-profit.

Shu Fu wanted to know how dark the face of Qiao's gang master was under such chaotic fists.

Um!

Can look forward to it.

No more help.

At least let's tear a big piece from Apple's share.

Two years later, Apple's annual revenue exceeded 150 billion U.S. dollars. The huge opportunities in this, if it can divide the profit by one tenth, are already a lot.

Put more effort, grab more.

. . .

New Year's Day.

early morning.

The sound of firecrackers screamed everyone.

Wash.

Have a meal.

pay a New Year call.

The children formed a bunch, went from house to house, said a few auspicious words, made a celebration, and smiled when they got the red envelopes.

not much.

This year, a package of three or fifty will do.

Unlike ten years later, or even twenty years later, three or five hundred are not too many.

Shu Fu also received the red envelope, because in everyone's opinion, Shu Fu was just a student, and he had bought so many gifts when he came, so he should return the gift.

One hundred start.

Some even give two or three hundred.

As a result, several thousands of dollars were accounted for, and then they were assigned to those children by Shu Fu.

Suddenly ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ One bite, one brother, called that pro!

. . .

From the third day of the first lunar month, some people have left one after another.

after all.

This is Indonesia. Not all Chinese are bosses. Many of them are at work. The statutory holidays are not these few days. Even if they are transferred, they cannot be transferred for too long.

Ugh!

Seeing this, Shu Fu sighed slightly.

Come in a hurry.

To go in a hurry.

At this point, it looks like a village in China.

The New Year’s Day few days were very lively, but before the Spring Festival was over, it became deserted, leaving the children and the elderly, waiting again for a whole year, waiting to get together.